Thursday, June 27, 2013

Not My Night

Midnight
One-thirty
Two
Then Four

Healthy, the living slumber on.
Life has no providence here.
This is No Man's Hour.

Give me a breath, a relief of light
Spare my life and I'll put it all right

Scorched and bleeding, persistently seething
For all this pleading, I am still breathing

Unheard, my soul evaporates Beyond
Quieter than quiet - ethereal - then gone

Deathly still this frigid breath of night
Nature ignores the un-living, spares no light

A crystal sky, so blue it's black
Hangs over this hell and hounds me to pack

Three-eighths moon, waxing, expanding disc
The Night's supplier of denial and risk

Your not my end—not my home or my friend
Damn this void of dark still makes the starkest mark

In a vacuum I shouted and made a choice so bold
And back, I flew, into my body lying cold

Wandering, wakeful and aware tonight
I'm alive for the light and this is not my night.